Great God, in­dulge my hum­ble claim,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glo­ries that com­pose Thy name
Stand all en­gaged to make me blest.

Thou great and good, Thou just and wise,
Thou art my Fa­ther and my God;
And I am Thine by sac­red ties;
Thy son, Thy ser­vant, bought with blood.

With heart, and eyes, and lift­ed hands,
For Thee I long, to Thee I look,
As tra­vel­ers in thirs­ty lands
Pant for the cool­ing wa­ter brook.

With ear­ly feet I love t’ap­pear
Among Thy saints, and seek Thy face;
Oft have I seen Thy glo­ry there,
And felt the power of so­ver­eign grace.

Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste,
Nor all the joys our sens­es know,
Could make me so di­vine­ly blest,
Or raise my cheer­ful pas­sions so.

My life it­self with­out Thy love
No taste of plea­sure could af­ford;
’Twould but a tire­some bur­den prove,
If I were ban­ished from the Lord.

Amidst the wake­ful hours of night,
When bu­sy cares af­flict my head,
One thought of Thee gives new de­light,
And adds re­fresh­ment to my bed.

I’ll lift my hands, I’ll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart re­joice,
And spend the rem­nant of my days.